Abraxas finished the last truck with impunity, picking it up and throwing it into a nearby building. The resulting explosion shook the area causing yet another fire to spring up as the carcass of the building crumbled in on itself. He stood still, breathing heavily as his actions had drained him down greatly but it had seemed the all life in the market was either dead, or unnatural and this pleased him. The fires of the area were choking the sky with a thick smoke, now most likely visible for miles around the area. The pervasive powers given off seemed to warp the area slightly, as many of the areas touched by the demons had started to show signs of corruption and decay. Such was the power that some gave off it effected the very area that they were in, and this area looked now somewhat alien. Abraxas then picked up a dead human guard and started to eat. He needed to regain his strength for whatever would come next, for he had no idea what this place was capable of and he had not yet seen any hunters. Something was amiss and he would have his guard on high alert, that was for sure.